The Maid's Tragedy Altered/Translated out of French

​

Translated out of French.

Fade Flowers, fade, Nature will have it so;'Tis but what we must in our Autumn do:And as your Leaves lye quiet on the Ground,The loss alone by those that lov'd them found;So in the Grave shall we as quiet lye,Mist by some few, that lov'd our Company.But some, so like to Thorns and Nettles, live;That none for them, can, when they perish, grieve.

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.